Nine years ago today we tied the knot. Who knew where we'd be going?
Who knew we'd rescue these two? Who knew I'd have to buy new shoes every few months?
Who knew we'd be living in here in Switzerland?
None of this was planned. The best things in life never are. Happy Anniversary Mr. Wild Dingo. Here's wishing us another nine years of unplanned happy surprises.
PS. Just noted today also marks another "nine" anniversary: it's been nine days that the Dansko's have survived. Stay tuned for a masticatory update later this week.
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"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."